May 28, 2006

The nerve of you twig

as i was camping
perched high in thought
fire burning strong
coffee nearly perked

looked up to find
a twig had fallen
was burning bright
under handle of pot

rage at vile handle
melting plastic
ghastly smell
ruined meal

simply reached over
removed said twig
disaster unhappened
simple solution

monuments need
not be constructed
from mole hills
on mountains

(c) 2004 lemme howdt

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